"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

"Maxprop" wrote in message

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

You shall learn your place ...Slave!.... at the foot of your Master!
Maybe the cold steel of your slave collar will temper your hot blood
you when you are chained to the foot of the bed.

And what will that place be, as she stands at the foot of her supine
"master," the bloody stump of his manhood dripping blood in one hand, and
his severed, exsanguinating head held in her other hand?

Max... you are such a big SUCK-UP!!!

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the sting
of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on the
warpath.

You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew and
backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of her
swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in the
noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine,
Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Max

"Maxprop" wrote in message

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the sting
of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on the
warpath.

Max... you pay entirely too much attention to the clucking of hens. I'm
certain that when Mr. Sails Barks... Kitty Jumps.... and does as she's
directed..... Otherwise I doubt Mr. Sails pays much heed to her incessant
verbal antics.


You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew
and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of
her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in
the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Max....she's a woman.... even if she's the meanest woman in the world...
she's still limited in stature by her gender. Let's all stop this
silliness.... I mean it's all cute and everything.. them getting mad and
all... but heh.. look... you can't really take them seriously... they're
just girls!!
They are genetically programed to walk bare footed, obey their masters, do
the dishes, bear children, and be ready for sex at any time! Max.. that's
just a plain fact!


Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine,
Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Now Max... that's just such an obvious SUCK-UP!....

CM

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

"Maxprop" wrote in message

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the
sting of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on
the warpath.

Max... you pay entirely too much attention to the clucking of hens. I'm
certain that when Mr. Sails Barks... Kitty Jumps.... and does as she's
directed.....

. . . and vice versa, like with any good marriage. g

Otherwise I doubt Mr. Sails pays much heed to her incessant verbal antics.


You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew
and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of
her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in
the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Max....she's a woman.... even if she's the meanest woman in the world...
she's still limited in stature by her gender. Let's all stop this
silliness.... I mean it's all cute and everything.. them getting mad and
all... but heh.. look... you can't really take them seriously... they're
just girls!!
They are genetically programed to walk bare footed, obey their masters, do
the dishes, bear children, and be ready for sex at any time! Max.. that's
just a plain fact!


Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine,
Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Now Max... that's just such an obvious SUCK-UP!....

I'm penning your eulogy as we speak. RIP, old Cannuck friend.

Max

"Maxprop" wrote in message

I'm penning your eulogy as we speak. RIP, old Cannuck friend.

Ha ha ha..... no problem.. I'm braced for a major clucking at by one really
wet hen!

Live Fast.... Die Young!

CM

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

Live Fast.... Die Young!

Too late for that, maybe?

Max

You really oughta be really really glad you live in Nova Scotia...

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message
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"Maxprop" wrote in message

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the
sting of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on
the warpath.

Max... you pay entirely too much attention to the clucking of hens. I'm
certain that when Mr. Sails Barks... Kitty Jumps.... and does as she's
directed..... Otherwise I doubt Mr. Sails pays much heed to her incessant
verbal antics.


You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew
and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of
her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in
the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Max....she's a woman.... even if she's the meanest woman in the world...
she's still limited in stature by her gender. Let's all stop this
silliness.... I mean it's all cute and everything.. them getting mad and
all... but heh.. look... you can't really take them seriously... they're
just girls!!
They are genetically programed to walk bare footed, obey their masters, do
the dishes, bear children, and be ready for sex at any time! Max.. that's
just a plain fact!


Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine,
Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Now Max... that's just such an obvious SUCK-UP!....

CM

"katysails" wrote in message

You really oughta be really really glad you live in Nova Scotia...

I can see the sparkle in your eyes..... :-)

CM

AIIIIIIEEEEEE-YAH

"Maxprop" wrote in message
.net...

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

"Maxprop" wrote in message

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

You shall learn your place ...Slave!.... at the foot of your Master!
Maybe the cold steel of your slave collar will temper your hot blood
you when you are chained to the foot of the bed.

And what will that place be, as she stands at the foot of her supine
"master," the bloody stump of his manhood dripping blood in one hand,
and his severed, exsanguinating head held in her other hand?

Max... you are such a big SUCK-UP!!!

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the sting
of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on the
warpath.

You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew
and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of
her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in
the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine,
Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Max

I think that cry signalled a double yoker.....

CM

"katysails" wrote in message
...
AIIIIIIEEEEEE-YAH

"Maxprop" wrote in message
.net...

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

"Maxprop" wrote in message

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

You shall learn your place ...Slave!.... at the foot of your Master!
Maybe the cold steel of your slave collar will temper your hot blood
you when you are chained to the foot of the bed.

And what will that place be, as she stands at the foot of her supine
"master," the bloody stump of his manhood dripping blood in one hand,
and his severed, exsanguinating head held in her other hand?

Max... you are such a big SUCK-UP!!!

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the
sting of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on
the warpath.

You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew
and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of
her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in
the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine,
Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Max

Well, nowyou're po'ing Zena, too....
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I think that cry signalled a double yoker.....

CM

"katysails" wrote in message
...
AIIIIIIEEEEEE-YAH

"Maxprop" wrote in message
.net...

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

"Maxprop" wrote in message

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

You shall learn your place ...Slave!.... at the foot of your Master!
Maybe the cold steel of your slave collar will temper your hot blood
you when you are chained to the foot of the bed.

And what will that place be, as she stands at the foot of her supine
"master," the bloody stump of his manhood dripping blood in one hand,
and his severed, exsanguinating head held in her other hand?

Max... you are such a big SUCK-UP!!!

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the
sting of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on
the warpath.

You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew
and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of
her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in
the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine,
Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Max